Lyla Parker (soon to be Lupin) and Alexa Parker (never to be Black) aren't sure when everything got so complicated but they've narrowed it down to four persons, the Marauders, and one stupid book they live their lives by. Weddings. A baby. Seventh year. When life hands you lemons...

"When people told us this year would be different, I didn't expect them to be right. But now we've got a girl hiding in another girl's body, and a bun in the oven, and I've never been so wrong before." Sixth year for the Marauders and company goes slighty unaccording to plans. COMPLETED.

I have many secrets. Perhaps one too many, because I’ve without a doubt, forgot a few. But my best kept secret was the deepest of all.If I were an exotic island, he’d be my hidden chest with silver coins and golden medallions.

As Sirius led me around the room, I took a deep breath. "So, was it a bet or a dare?"
"What do you mean?" he asked. When his eyes drifted to James I grinned.
"Don't play dumb. You'd never ask me to dance in a million years. Besides, Potter just gave you the thumbs up."
He groaned. "Are we really that obvious? OK yes, it was a dare."

How did I end up the best friend of Scorpius Malfoy (or as his fan club calls him 'God's gift to women')? Well, if you want to be his friend: avoid human contact, throw PB&J at his face, talk about Merlin, sit on him, nearly get him killed, and embark on a ridiculously melodramatic journey with him. Pretty easy...

The Situation? Life handed me a crapload of suck, and I responded by showing the maturity level of a three-year-old. You know, hours of endless sulking, mental brat-fests, that sort of thing. I didn’t realize until later that maybe, just maybe, life was trying to teach me a little something called love – and the way it happens in the most unexpected of ways, with the most unexpected of people. Like, possibly, my husband.
Go figure.

I am completely and unapologetically awkward. My cat Flint is the only living creature that I have interactions with and my only enemy is gravitiy. That is until I take a dangerous trip downstairs to the common rooms and wind up becoming James Potter's girlfriend. While I'm faking one romance I've stumbled across a real one. Ugh-I wish I had never left my room.

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If there was one thing Lily Evans could not stand, it was James Potter. So you can imagine her reaction when she is told that she has to share a house with him until they can learn to be civil to each other. How much of this can Lily take? Or will she discover that things and people aren't always what they seem to be?

I'm not giving up. I'm not backing down.
This time, I'll make her understand - I'll force Lily Evans to see that I love her. No matter what it takes. By the time my stupid mates let us out of this godforsaken broom cupboard, she'll be crystal clear on this one:
I. LOVE. YOU. LILY. EVANS.
Get it? Got it? GOOD.

Adara Moore is a brilliant witch, she loves her boyfriend of three years, is a Ravenclaw Prefect, and is well liked by everyone. As her 6th year at Hogwarts unfolds, Adara finds that she is stuck in her classes without her Ravenclaw friends and with a group that calls themselves the Marauders – and a smart Gryffindor girl named Evans. Right when Adara's life was perfect, Along Came Sirius.

Hate is a passionate emotion. Very similar to (wink, wink) lurve.
I mean, it's obvious that Victoire Weasley has strong feelings for me. So when she tells me that she despises me, she really means that she adores me and would like to have my babies.
Right.